Well, I'm Glad I Like Jamba Juice

So if you remember last Tuesday, I ended up needing to go to the doctor for my swollen foot fiasco. Well, this week, on Tuesday, I decided to eat some zapped enchiladas for lunch. Totally forgot the whole "let sit for 1 minute" deal and completely FRIED the roof of my mouth. I actually have ulcers on my gums from the heat. (Sorry if this is TMI.)

I went to the dentist this morning to make sure it was not anything more serious (like a mandatory root canal or something... I swear I floss... most of the time). She just said no, that sucks. Don't eat anymore hot foods. And it'll heal in about 2 weeks.

WHAT? Two weeks??? I can't chew anything on the right side of my mouth. Drinking water stings! WTF am I going to do for 2 weeks!?

I think the best part of the appointment was that the dentist gave me a scrip for the pain. It's called "Magic Mouthwash." No joke. Yes, apparently I'm five years old. It's apparently a combo of about 3 different pain killers in liquid form. And it has to be made from scratch. And no pharmacist in their right mind wants to mix this crap. It probably tastes like ass anyway. I'll stick to the double doses of Motrin and frequent trips to Jamba Juice. (Which is about the only thing I can tolerate without screaming.)

Did I mention I hate Tuesdays?!